Would you be my love that intend to last? Like a fantasy fairy tale with a beautiful caste, Drawing towards the wide blue ocean depths by unveiling each other’s past, Slow O’ slow my beloved; enjoy it, before everything becomes too fast. Dripping from our body the tonic of love with a spell of class, Looking at the perfect story that we could have alas, Apart from the insecurities that follows like ghasts. Perhaps the desired love could splatter equally to fields as vast. Oh dear, would you care to numb the emotional blast, Before getting all drenched in the normalcy of lover miscast, Making romanticism mellow but not as previous pretentious surpass, Electrified vibes with a mere touch of our pure souls and traits contrast. Would you be my love that intend to last? I hear ‘yes’, You gather the strength for love again be it in any form that pass, You’re stronger than you think to fix the scattered pieces hoping the blooming-flowery day to come without being anymore aghast, Now loving o'er feels as a pleasant breeze, rejuvenating the soul whilst standing again this time at the mast.